The A.I

Chapter 10

"Jeongguk?"

"Uh- hi." The android awkwardly raises his hand, pausing stiffly. The pause stretches out and Taehyung holds back a laugh when he snatches his hand back, bringing it up to run through his hair nervously.

"Hey, Kookie. What brings you here?" He asks in surprise. He didn't realize the droid knew where he lived.

"Uh, yeah. Jimin gave me your address and asked me to check up on you. I mean- I wanted-he-uh, we wanted to see how you were." By the time Jeongguk's finished talking, Taehyung is softy laughing, his bright boxy smile openly on display and damn if that doesn't make the words on his tongue die. He flushes and looks down in embarrassment but regrets it within a second.

Because legs. Fuck, there's long, gorgeous legs on display for days, hugged by silky stockings. There's a patch of exposed thigh under shorts that the droid swears were painted on. Subconsciously, he licks his lips, a hum starting in his body similar to the buzz of his electric current as blue eyes drift upwards, taking in every soft, alluring curve of his maker. The buzzing increases, sending tingles radiating from his core. The sensation is subtle, teasing, and Jeongguk inhales sharply, eyes flashing white when his eyes rest on the exposed collar bones and smooth neck.

The exposed skin makes his hands twitch. His teeth biting down to stop the possessive feeling growing behind his sternum, but it rushes out in a hiss because that's his necklace. The one he gifted Taehyung for his birthday last year. The color contrasts perfectly with his make up, and Jeongguk's heart melts at the wide eyes and soft blush tainting his maker's face when their eyes meet.

"T-thank y-you," the beauty stutters and Jeongguk's jaw ticks, hands clenching into fists at his side at the heaviness surrounding them. "Y-you're staring..." Taehyung says softly, not wanting to break the soft but weird atmosphere.

"I know."

"It's not, not polite.. People don't do that." Taehyung scolds softly but the raised brow from the android indicates he already knows that. Brat.

The human looks away, lips parted as his breathing increases. Jeongguk can hear his heat beating, smirks at the way his pulse fluttering rapidly. Can sense the increase in his body temperature that contrasts completely with his cool core. If he had a heart, the piper's would be going haywire, circuits running at the maximum as his heating core takes over, replacing the cool metallic fluid until scorching heat floods his pipes. As it is, he doesn't. He controls himself, unwilling to make the pretty man uncomfortable and more nervous. Still, he can't help but feel smug and utterly pleased at the reaction his presence instigates. And yet, something unpleasant bubbles within his core.